From: The Dial, Vol. III, No. I (July 1842)
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Published: E. P. Peabody 1842 Boston
YOUR picture smiles as first it smiled, Give me an amulet Alas, that neither bonds nor vowsTHE AMULET.
The ring you gave is still the same,
Your letter tells, O changing child,
No tidings since it came.
That keeps intelligence with you,
Red when you love, and rosier red,
And when you love not, pale and blue.
Can certify possession;
Torments me still the fear that love
Died in its last expression.
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